Luyện nghe bài hát Dajmonion

The scent of
me
And the Thorn is singing
in suffering
Blood trickles my wounds
The stigma of my
The artificial never dies
But I'm ravished by the wild
It most beautiful
When dying

My Heaven
My private of Tears
My private
Of Ice

At the Edge Of
built the Castle Of Sand

Trying to
In of soul
I shred of
Is
will find it
Bitter rain down
the clouds of my eyes
I've found purpose in
To be always in

The my wither
But you cannot its smell

Please put one red rose on my grave...

by P.Maslanka]